Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 18:51:48 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald
Subject: Brandon and Alex 06
This is the third story that I've written to completion and one
that I've given a great deal of thought over the last couple years before
finally sitting down at a keyboard so others could enjoy it. My first was
`The House on Lora Avenue' (May 26, 2006) and the second was `Chris and
Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section. The
two main characters are based on a couple guys that I once knew, however
everything except their physical descriptions is purely fictional (and
Brandon and Alex were not their real names either). So far as I know,
these two boys never really did anything at all like what will be described
in this story, in fact the boys the descriptions are based on did not even
know each other.
This story involves sexual situations between teen and pre-teen
boys -- and you are cautioned that there are elements of bondage contained
in this story, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this
wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please either leave this
story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are
acceptable. There may also be some references to vintage American cars in
this chapter, if you're offended by that, please seek professional help.
Once again, I would like to thank my good friend, Mike Arram for
being my editor and proof-reader on this story.
Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land
where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used
except in the disclaimers at the beginning. This is not meant to imply
that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite
actually -- please take precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of
shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead.
Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged at
mailto:t_macd@comcast.net.
* * *
Brandon and Alex Chapter Six
When Michael entered Paolo's bedroom he certainly didn't see
anything like what he might have expected. Two naked boys that he didn't
know were kneeling in front of the window, hugging each other and jacking
off. This certainly surprised him. They didn't even notice him when he
entered the room and called out Paolo's name once again, this surprised him
even more. He thought that it was very odd that they seemed so absorbed in
something that they didn't notice him coming into the room even though he
had called out as he came in, something in the back yard had their
undivided attention, below the window overlooking the pool.
Michael walked up behind the two boys, who still hadn't noticed his
presence in the room. He was curious what had them so preoccupied that
they had not noticed his entrance into the room. What he saw when he
looked over them and out into the backyard was truly shocking. There was
the guy he had been seeing (he really didn't want to call it dating, that
would be too gay); with some other, older guy plowing his dick in and out
of his ass. At this point Michael was only able to focus on his anger. He
had been betrayed by Paolo, and in front of a rapt audience in addition to
everything else.
"What the hell is going on?" Michael asked, really to no one in
particular.
Brandon and Alex were startled by the interruption, and moved
slightly apart, turning inward toward each other to see who had come into
the room behind them. As they did this, they unconsciously dropped their
hands down in front of themselves to cover their turgid cocks. They saw a
tall, six foot boy standing just slightly behind them. He had auburn hair
and the broad shoulders narrow waist, and thickly-muscled arms of an
athlete. He had a look of shock and anger on his face as he watched the
scene below next to the pool.
Alex whispered to Brandon, "That's Michael Price, he's the
quarterback at Paolo's school. I wonder what he's doing here."
Brandon whispered back. "I know who he is, dude."
"I said what's going on here," Michael repeated. "I'm not going to
ask again."
"I'm Alex, Paolo's cousin," Alex started, getting up and facing
Michael, forgetting for a moment that he was naked and hard, though the
swelling in his penis was rapidly going away. "This is my friend Brandon.
We were over here swimming with Paolo, and he told us that he had a friend
coming over and that we should wait inside while he was here."
"We just decided that it might be fun to watch," Brandon added,
immediately feeling foolish that he had done so.
Michael looked past Brandon and Alex; back to the boy he had been
seeing, being fucked -- hard, fast and furiously -- in the yard below them.
Suddenly deflated, Michael sat down on the bed and put his face in his
hands. After all, he had thought that Paolo cared for him. The younger
boy had seduced him at a party one night not long ago, and Michael had
discovered what was missing from all the relationships with the
cheerleaders he had previously tried. The truth was that once he had tried
it, he knew that he liked guys better than girls, and he had given them up
for Paolo. Now here Paolo was being fucked silly by some older guy on his
back patio. Michael knew he wasn't the first boy Paolo had had sex with,
but he had never expected this.
As Michael buried his face in his hands, Alex saw a tear forming in
the corner of his eye. This prompted him to go sit down on the bed next to
the older boy and put his arm around him. "What's wrong, dude?" he asked
the older boy.
Brandon finally got up and went over to the bed and sat next to his
boyfriend. The boy on the other side of Alex was quietly sobbing now. He
lifted his face out of his hands. "I thought he loved me," Michael
started. "Tell me what you saw; I want to know it all. I want to know the
truth." He looked deeply into Alex's eyes as he finished.
This wasn't going to be easy, both Alex and Brandon realized this,
as Alex started out. He told the older boy all that they had seen, and
Brandon did not feel the need to add anything as Alex told the story, but
he did put his arm around Alex as a show of support while he talked. He
also noticed that Alex had conveniently left out the part about Paolo's
encounter with them the previous day as he told Michael about the show that
Paolo and his `friend' had been putting on for them.
Alex was still seemingly unaware that he was naked, but Brandon was
painfully well aware of the fact. He sat as close as he could to Alex,
with their thighs pressed together, but kept his hands in his lap, covering
his now flaccid penis. Alex put one arm around Brandon, and stroked his
other hand through the older boy's hair in a sort of soothing gesture.
"I'm sure there's some reasonable explanation for what's going on," he said
to Michael.
Michael took his face out of his hands for a moment, "Reasonable
explanation?" he said. "Were you watching something different than I was?"
Michael correctly made the assumption that the two boys next to him were
lovers, or at least fuck-buddies. "If you found two guys watching him get
fucked by some other guy, would you think there was a reasonable
explanation?" Michael asked as he looked over at Brandon.
Alex glanced over at Brandon as well, and saw him blushing deeply.
"Well, I don't think that would happen, but I guess I see what you mean.
Maybe you should just wait and see what Paolo has to say about it?"
A few minutes later, they heard Sean's car door close, then the
engine started and the car pulled away. Brandon and Alex left Michael in
Paolo's bedroom and went back down to the pool. When they got there, they
saw Paolo laying on the pool lounge, his legs spread over the sides and his
feet on the ground, the picture of sexual exhaustion.
"Paolo, there's someone up in your room who needs to talk to you,"
Alex told his cousin.
Paolo lifted his head up, shielding his eyes from the sun. "What?
Who?"
"Michael," Alex told him.
"He's pretty upset too," Brandon added.
"Holy shit..." Paolo said as he got up and hurried inside.
* * *
"Come on dude, you're too drunk. You better let me give you a
ride." Michael had to admit that the long haired boy in front of him was
right. He could barely stand, let alone either walk or drive, and it had
to be at least ten miles to get home from the party.
"What about my car?" he asked.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you back to get it in the morning," Paolo
told the drunken boy in front of him. Paolo had never had a red head
before, and this one would be a real conquest. Would he be able to make it
with the quarterback and captain of the football team? He was especially
curious to find out if the boy's pubic hair was red as well. He figured it
must be, as Michael was wearing a tank top that night, and Paolo had gotten
a few glimpses of the hair under his arms, and it was the same auburn color
as the hair on his head.
"Man, I can't go home like this though. My parents will fucking
kill me," Michael told him.
"Don't worry dude, you can stay at my place. We have a spare room,
and my `rents won't be home. They're gone for the weekend." This was
working out even better than Paolo had hoped. He didn't really plan on
Michael using the spare bedroom though.
"Alright dude, it's better than getting busted. I better call the
`rents though to let them know where I'll be," Michael said as he pulled
out his cell phone.
After Michael called his parents and told them -- with a remarkably
convincing feign at sobriety -- that he was spending the night with a
friend, Paolo helped him stumble out to the van. He helped Michael climb
up into it, managing to cop a good feel of his cute, round ass as he did
so. As Paolo fastened the seatbelt over Michael's lap, he considered
trying to give the boy a quick grope, but thought better of the idea.
Better to get him home first, that way if the boy objected to Paolo's
advances, there would be little or nothing that he could do about it.
Michael passed out during the short drive to Paolo's house from the
party, and Paolo had a hard time getting him out of the van. By the time
he got him inside though, Michael was coherent enough to walk up the stairs
with Paolo's assistance. When they got to Paolo's room, he sat Michael
down on his bed.
"This isn't the guest room," Michael said. He was drunk, but not
so drunk that he didn't recognize that this had to be a teenaged boy's
room.
"No, it isn't," Paolo told him. "You better stay in here with me
tonight though. After you passed out in the van, I don't want you doing it
again and choking on your own puke if you get sick during the night dude."
"Okay," this sounded like a reasonable explanation to Michael. He
had spent the night in the same room with friends before, so it didn't seem
like that big of a deal to him, especially through the alcoholic haze.
Michael lay back on the bed while Paolo unlaced his sneakers and pulled
them and the ankle socks he was wearing off his feet. He lifted his head
up and asked, "What are you doing?" as he felt Paolo run his hands up his
thighs.
"Just getting you ready for bed dude," Paolo told him. "Sit up for
a minute so I can get your top off."
It was an effort, and Paolo had to help him, but Michael finally
got back up into a sitting position. But now Michael was sitting on the
bottom of the tank top he was wearing, so Paolo had to get him to lift his
butt up slightly to get it out from under him. While he was doing this,
Paolo managed to get a couple fingers inside the waistband of the mesh
shorts Michael was wearing, and pushed the elastic waistband down, over his
butt cheeks. He could swear that he felt bare skin rub against his fingers
where he expected underwear to be as he did this. Michael however, seemed
not to notice that he had done this. Then Paolo pulled the tank top up,
got Michael's arms out of it one by one and finally slipped it off, over
Michael's head.
It being a lot of effort for the drunken boy to prop himself up, he
lay back down on the bed, his feet still on the floor. Then he felt Paolo
tugging the mesh shorts down his legs. Paolo having gotten the waistband
below his ass already made it fairly simple work, and seconds later,
Michael was left in nothing but his underwear. "What are you doing?"
Michael asked him again.
"I told you, just getting you ready for bed," Paolo told him again.
As he looked up at Michael, he let out a little gasp. The underwear the
boy was wearing were nothing more than a skimpy white pouch to hold his
`equipment' with no back to them at all, just two straps that went around
his curved cheeks and connected to the waistband in the back. `Not so big
in the pants for a big boy,' Paolo thought to himself as he looked at
Michael's package. It was true; the star player of the football team, six
feet tall and with broad shoulders was not especially well endowed. In
fact, when fully hard he measured in at just a fraction less than six
inches.
Paolo stood over Michael, and looked him over for a moment, pleased
with what he saw. Michael's chest was very well defined from all the
working out he did, as were his legs and stomach. `He has a really nice
six-pack' Paolo thought to himself.
"Come on, stand up for a minute," Paolo said as he helped Michael
to his feet. "Let me get the covers pulled down." Michael managed to stay
up on his own long enough for Paolo to pull the covers back, and then Paolo
helped him back into the bed, this time with his head resting on a pillow.
"You aren't going to try to take advantage of me are you?" Michael
asked, sort of laughing as he did so.
"Who, me?" Paolo sort of laughed as he said this and kicked off his
shoes.
As Paolo took off his own shirt, an impure thought ran through
Michael's bleary brain. It was one that he didn't know how he would tell
the priest at confession. He thought that Paolo's chest was beautiful. It
was dark brown, smooth and hairless. He also had very good muscle
definition, although he wasn't exactly what you would call `built.' It was
a swimmer's build, he thought. Then as Paolo dropped off his shorts,
revealing the tiny pair of red bikini briefs he had under them which barely
covered what was contained within, Michael had another impure thought. And
this was one that there was no way he was going to tell the priest about at
confession.
Then Paolo peeled off the tiny pair of underwear, and stood next to
the bed in all his glory. Paolo was about half hard already, and the tip
of his penis was peeking out the end of his foreskin. Michael was staring
straight at it, eyes wide open. "What's the matter, never seen one
before?" Paolo asked him.
"No, I've seen them. Why are you naked?" Michael asked him.
"I always sleep naked," Paolo told him. "It isn't going to bother
you is it?"
"No, I guess not," Michael said as he slid his own underwear down
his legs and kicked them off. "I do too, actually. That won't bother you
either will it?"
"Not at all," Paolo answered with a sly grin. "I gotta pee though;
I'll be back in a minute."
As he walked out of the room to go to the bathroom, Michael
suffered yet another impure thought, this one about Paolo's smooth, round
ass. If his mind wasn't clouded by the alcohol, he might have wondered why
Paolo went down the hall to use the bathroom, instead of using the one
attached to his bedroom, the door to which was standing open and clearly
visible to him. The real reason Paolo had done this was to adjust the air
conditioning down a few degrees. `That should help make him want to
snuggle a little,' Paolo thought to himself as he made the adjustment, then
walked back to his room.
Paolo was a little disappointed when he got back and Michael was
passed out, deep in sleep again. At least he had his confirmation though;
Michael's pubes were the same auburn color as the rest of the hair on his
body. Paolo got into bed, pulled the sheets and blanket up over Michael
and himself, and snuggled up against Michael, his hand resting on top of
the other boy's dick and balls.
When Michael woke up the next morning, he felt Paolo's dick pressed
into the crack of his ass, and Paolo's arm was draped over him. He turned
his head and saw Paolo looking him in the eyes. "Morning babe," Paolo said
to him.
"What? What are you doing? Why are you rubbing your dick in my
ass like that?" Michael asked.
"Just hoping that you'd still want to return the favor," Paolo
answered. "You do remember what we did last night don't you?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess so," Michael answered, lying. The truth is he
didn't remember anything past the point that he and Paolo had arrived at
Paolo's house the night before. The fact of the matter was that Michael
had consumed so much Southern Comfort at the party that he was more than a
little buzzed. "Um, so I fucked you?" he asked.
"Yeah dude and you were magnificent. You told me that you'd let me
do you too, but then you rolled over and went to sleep. You aren't going
to back out on me are you?" Paolo lied.
"No, I guess not," Michael answered, not at all sure of himself.
Had he really fucked this guy last night? Did he really agree to let him
do the same to him? He knew he had been really horny when he got to the
party the night before, and he had thought he would get laid by Britney,
the cheerleader that he had brought to the party with him, but she had left
him there alone after the third shot of Comfort that he had taken.
`Fucking bitch,' he remembered thinking. He supposed that as horny and
drunk as he was, anything was possible.
"You aren't going to put it all the way in are you?" Michael asked.
He wasn't real sure about taking a dick up his ass, though he really
couldn't remember whether he had agreed to or not.
"Why shouldn't I?" Paolo asked. "You put yours all the way in."
He knew he was pressing his luck, but what did he have to lose?
"Alright," Michael agreed. "But you have to be careful; I've never
done this before."
"You seemed to have had plenty of practice last night," Paolo lied
to him once more.
"Only with girls," Michael told him. I've never done anything like
this with a guy before.
That was true enough. Michael had never done anything like this
with a guy before. But there was that one time in the back yard of his
best friend Jimmy's house back when he was about seven years old and
playing a game that Jimmy had explained to him, did that even count though?
There was another impure thought -- and that triggered some memories of the
night before, thinking about how good Paolo looked - first without his
shirt, then naked - and then his naked ass as he walked across the room.
Maybe he had done what Paolo was telling him that he had.
"Okay, look, we've still got some lube left," Paolo told him,
showing him a bottle of partially used lubricant at the same time. "If it
was good enough for me, it should be good enough for you." As he said this
he squirted a little out onto his fingers and started rubbing Michael's
crack with it. He knew that he had the boy hooked. This was turning out
even better than what he had imagined last night.
As for Michael, having the slippery liquid rubbed into his butt was
a strangely erotic thing. He was enjoying it, and this surprised him. He
wasn't supposed to like this, but the fingers massaging the now warming gel
into him felt very good. It felt natural to him; as if this was what he
was meant to do. It was at that moment that Michael started pushing back
against Paolo's fingers, almost as if willing them to go inside him.
Paolo picked up on this and pressed not one, but two fingers up
against Michael's hole. Michael was pressing back hard enough that they
both went in, but with a gasp from Michael. The fingers in his ass now
felt bigger than any shit he'd ever let out, and while it hurt a little, it
also felt very nice to him.
Paolo was patient, knowing that he had a virgin in front of him,
and very slowly worked the fingers in and out, sometimes applying more lube
to them to help toward his ultimate goal... When he finally thought
Michael was ready for him, he pressed he head of his dick against the
opening that was being presented to him and pushed his way in.
Michael was a little startled at first as he was penetrated by a
penis instead of fingers. He adjusted to it very quickly though, and
actually in one brief second decided that he enjoyed this way of having
sex. He knew that he must because his dick had become hard so quickly once
there was a hard dick inside him. `That means I'm gay though,' he thought
to himself. `But, I don't want to be gay.'
As Paolo pumped in and out of him, Michael realized -- this was in
fact what he wanted, this was what he had missed when he was fucking the
cheerleaders. This was what he really wanted. To hell with the
cheerleaders, they couldn't give him this. This was an all new stimulation
that he had to have again, and as Paolo emptied himself inside him, he
really knew he needed to have sex with guys; he wasn't going to be
satisfied otherwise.
* * *
Michael was still sitting on the bed when he saw Paolo walk into
the room, still naked. He wasn't very sure how he was going to deal with
this situation, but he was determined to keep an open mind -- for now at
least. He still wasn't sure what he felt about seeing Paolo being fucked
by the other guy, but he was determined that he was going to listen, the
younger boy that had been talking to him a few minutes ago had convinced
him to do that much.
"Mikey," Paolo began. "You need to listen to me, please."
* * *
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